The green tree, the one in the backyard
With the durable trunk,
and the legs that kick towards the moon
Green, lovely and heaven blessed curves
Succulent and unforgiving

Oh, the round beetroot sides of her
Oh, the sensitive shivering purr
My green tree, my lovely green tree
I always long for the green tree

The yellow birds, the smaller birds
The brown birds, and the black ones
I see how they pine for Green Tree,
with worm stained beaks and potato eyes
The birds, all the birds
See what they see,
beneath the hairs of my sappy lover
In her arms, I am nestled in her bosom
Green Tree holds me

Her branches shake with an earthly giggle
Her leaves touch so tenderly
My Green Tree

Oh, lover watch me now
For I will tear the heads from our birds
To trickle the wine from fleshy-water beaks down breasts
How I do know, she likes this best

The legs we break and beat, clack clack
- a nature verse or something like that
‘twas something hollow,
or something broken
A chord beaten and beautifully stolen
Green Tree carries it in the wind

And the people don’t come near here
Green Tree,
my lovely, loner, lover
I stay forever in the foreground,
our forgotten burial mound,
With you.